Shadows in the Earth

Shadows in the Earth

A Poem by Einstein Noodle



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I carry a pistol 
in my pocket
at all times

i shoot for the crescent light of the moon 
my heavy jacketed conscience
hollow tipped resolve
brass   brash   moves   miss 
drawn in to
.... inevitabel curvatures
sucking shadows of Earth.

Magnetic resonance tides
they pull me
they pull  me so

I carry my pistol
stuffed in the front hipped 
sagging waist-land band 

you can't see it
i won't show it to you even
if you show me yours

you won't see it until i show it to you
black and grey lubed slide ride

i shoot the moon 
its reflected light
its light
it has no light but
i shoot it ... shoot to hell that moon

i won't be pushed around i won't be denied my releif from pain as i give it so courteously to you

and you

i don't look at the sky ... always down
i look

tucked up under covers
its so cold here mom

its so cold.

© 2018 Einstein Noodle



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This was truly amazing, I looked first to Your pistol as Your pen, Your muse... Your magical wand... but as I read down, I felt that "pissed off" little boy, alone and hurt... I once wrote s poem about the moon shadow, and I say... without the light, there is no shadow, I kept singing in my head through Your words,
" I'm in the basement, You're in the sky, I'm in the basement baby "

You've expressed the shadows in a very creative and sensitive way, and I don't see the shadows of the nights, but more those spirits who feel they are low, unnoticed in life, who want someone to "spotlight" them, those whom are in need, whatever this need is... great poem Mr.E, thank You*

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

9 Months Ago

and thank you Light for your sensitive and thorough reading of this one .. you hit all the right "sp.. read more



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I remember my grandfather would shoot at the moon, every New year. Some darkness shared in the poetry my friend. Great song and powerful words shared.
Coyote

Posted 2 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

ahhhhhhh i see your Grandfather my friend :) ... a good thought and memory in the dark of my poem eh.. read more
A neglected child in pain. Suffering in the cold and dark. Trying to cope with his emotional turbulence. That's what I picked up here. A toy gun, an imaginary gun. " I won't show it to you, even if you show me yours", so child like in expression. There is darkness here. Much to ponder on, much to consider here Mr E.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


Christine Anne Shaw

2 Months Ago

So very sadly it does Me E. It is a painful reality that it is all around us. Hurts like hell to kno.. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

we seem to be sharing a bit in the Earths pain and grieving this morning Christine ..it is an honor .. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

2 Months Ago

We have been sharing indeed :)) Now let's have a joyful day Mr E.
This has such a sad and chilling element to it.. can't quite explain it. That je ne sais quoi quality. The forlorn description of the narrator who is on the guard, ready to ward himself off against an unseen assailant is countered with his deep seated vulnerability which is realized at the end. Einstein this is quite something.

Very provocative.

Best,
M.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

thank you Mallika .. for your sensitive read and letting me know you were here ;) chilling ...yes..... read more
Dark and brooding mood. It has a tone to it that sucks you in and makes your eyebrows furrow. Like I can feel the injustice, the resentment of being denied acknowledgment. Perhaps I take it to a different place then intended but that's the beauty of a good piece, it makes readers feel different things. Great piece!

Posted 5 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

5 Months Ago

good morning LK! yes...the beauty of poetry is in so many ways to interpret ... making it ones own ;.. read more
Hello there.... I know, its been a long time since I was here last. ... a long story....
A pistol wouldn't have helped me, but pain relief would certainly have helped.

Thought provoking piece Einstein

Posted 8 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

8 Months Ago

so blessed to have your visits always sharonlee .. it has been a while ... i need to visit your page.. read more
Wow, E, this took me on a trip down memory lane.....so many different angles to this.....on the surface, some may think it's about guns or shooting, but there is a much deeper subtext, about our own fears, and how we act out when we are cornered........

I am waiting for the moon now.....got some shooting planned....;)

Posted 8 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

8 Months Ago

thank you for your support Volcano! i very much appreciate you taking time to dig into this one a li.. read more
Oh hello you - look at what you have created! What a fantastic piece of work my friend - i fell down and in love with this 'a little to much to the left' narrator. There's something going on here, he wants to share it - perhaps only with the moon - but forever looking down he shall never find the answers.

This could be the makings of some kinda movie right here - or even just the Prolog - I love it - your descriptions are perfect - it felt cold and dark and I just had a vision of this guy walking along daring everybody NOT to stop the motion of his stride.

What great surprise to stop in the cafe - love ya X

Posted 9 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

9 Months Ago

miss you when you are gone Elizabeth ;) thank you for such a kind review .. and "putting on" this na.. read more
KWP

9 Months Ago

oh you know I miss you too --- WC comes in waves for me - I am busy writing again in different ways .. read more
Einstein Noodle

9 Months Ago

:).................... yep! you did just now ;)
Definitely one of your most intricate & powerful messages, nicely crafted in a way that any reader can find a different way to view this situation. The strongest aspect of this poem is the way the narrator comes across as a little unhinged in a thoroughly-buttoned-up way *eeeek!* Fondly, Margie

Posted 9 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

9 Months Ago

thanks for reviewing Barley girlfriend ... i know how you appreciate these kinds of poems ;) so than.. read more
I understand that the pistol is for protection and target shooting, the anger directed towards the moon- light and the shadows that roam, carried hidden from eyesight, then walking humbly and not looking up and up. I feel the pain of the past here , too.
You write uniquely and with a message...

Posted 9 Months Ago


Einstein Noodle

9 Months Ago

thanks Sami .. i sure appreciate your comments and interpretations ... love and peace sir! ;)
.. read more
Sami Khalil

9 Months Ago

All love and peace, sir...
This was truly amazing, I looked first to Your pistol as Your pen, Your muse... Your magical wand... but as I read down, I felt that "pissed off" little boy, alone and hurt... I once wrote s poem about the moon shadow, and I say... without the light, there is no shadow, I kept singing in my head through Your words,
" I'm in the basement, You're in the sky, I'm in the basement baby "

You've expressed the shadows in a very creative and sensitive way, and I don't see the shadows of the nights, but more those spirits who feel they are low, unnoticed in life, who want someone to "spotlight" them, those whom are in need, whatever this need is... great poem Mr.E, thank You*

Posted 9 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Einstein Noodle

9 Months Ago

and thank you Light for your sensitive and thorough reading of this one .. you hit all the right "sp.. read more

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